Confessions & Cadence
...there comes a midnight hour when everyone has to throw off his mask
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Oh my God
Look around this place.
Your fingers reach around the bone.
You set the break
You set the tone.
Flights of grace
And future falls
In present pain
All fools say...

Oh my God.

Oh my God
Why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we don’t bleed.
There is no cure for our disease.
Turn a phrase
And rise again.
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend

Oh my God.

Oh my God
Can I complain?
You take away my firm belief
And graft my soul upon your grief.
And alibis
All drift away
And a mother cries...

Liars and fools
Sons and failures
Thieves will always say...

Lost and found
Ailing wanderers
Healers always say...

Whores and angles
Men with problems
Leavers always say...

Broken hearted
Orphans always say...

Preachers always say...

Distant fathers
Fallen warriors
Givers always say...

Pilgrim saints
Lonely widows
Users always say...

Fearful mothers
Watchful doubters
Saviors always say...

Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days mercy cuts so deep.
If the world was how it should be
Maybe I could get some sleep.

While I lay I dream we’re better
Scales were gone and faces lighter
When we wake we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other

Sometimes I can close my eyes
And all the fear that keeps me silent
Falls below my heavy breathing
What makes me so badly bent?

We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded
That the pain is worth the thunder

Sometimes when I lose my grip
I wonder what to make of Heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give up

Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat
All the wounds that money causes
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children
This is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers
This is our greatest offense

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God


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